11 February, 2019. It always pays to revisit the sketchbook. On many pages there are scrawled lines in ink and pencil that bear further scrutiny. And while I’d already mined my New Orleans sketches for most of the gold, I found I was able to locate a few remaining glimmers among the rough scribbles.
Neither of these count as true “reportage sketching” – not in any real sense, anyway. On my sketchbook pages I found a couple of gestures from which I was able to reinterpret slightly more formed drawings. Rather than documenting any actual person, these represent an act of fun: scribbles, enjoyment of the media, expressive gesture and line; self-permission not to jump through anyone else’s hoops of expectation, self-permission to just play with my pen.